CHAPTER XVIII.
When, a few minutes later, Mrs.Strong came up, Philip told her exactly how he had decided.
"I cannot leave these poor fellows in the tenements yet; my work is just beginning to count with them.

And the church, oh, Sarah, I love it, for it has such possibilities and it must yield in time; and then the whiskey men--I cannot bear to have them think me beaten, driven out, defeated.

And in addition to all the rest, I have a feeling that God has a wonderful blessing in store for me and the church very soon; and I cannot banish the feeling that if I should accept the call to Fairview, I should always be haunted by that ghost of Duty murdered and run away from which would make me unhappy in all my future work.

Dear little woman," Philip went on, as he drew his wife's head down and kissed her tenderly, while tears of disappointment fell from her--"little woman, you know you are the dearest of all earthly beings to me.

And my soul tells me the reason you loved me enough to share earth's troubles with me was that you knew I could not be a coward in the face of my duty, my conscience, and my God.